Of Trump's companions, a maiden stands alone,
Amongst knights of stature, her name hath little known.
In the dance of power, a jester in the hall,
Stefanik, a lily compared to Rubio tall.
Next, the high tribunal, in summer's soft embrace,
Decides upon Trump's protection, twixt truth and saving grace.
An unfamiliar darkness casts upon the race,
Freedom or confinement, in the court's encircling space.
Last, Bannon stands at the tower's looming gate,
An outcast yet a shadow, fuels the fire of debate.
In the grumble of the dungeon, he finds his twisted fate,
A snail beneath the leaf, undeterred by the weight.
